There are gaps. Of knowledge. Of systemic completeness. And.
These days I feel that is where we are dancing, either in the gap, or at least dancing all-about the gap/s, pivoting around and roundabout… —from the logical hindsight of yesterday into hangover of that logic/determinism/detmination with whatever it is we dance/live/thunk/feel/intend into the morning.
It's like we cannot see how we see, but blame the shadows for the pain when we stub our toes.
Either the shadow has agency and is a demon that is out to get us, because us.
Or the shadow is some structure (emergent or top-down) that oppresses us, because them.
See?